The rain came suddenly;
not the kind that might tempt you
to don a raincoat
and join it for a morning walk,
but a monstrous rain
remembered from childhood.
It hissed and growled,
pressing its ugly maw against
the window saying,
“there’s no place outside for you today.”
So I heeded the warning and drifted
back to the child of myself.
All morning and afternoon
I roamed Middle Earth
consorting with Hobbits and Wizards,
dining with Kings, dancing with Queens.
I learned the language of Elves.
I stood on the parapets of man
wielding a mighty sword against
tyranny, evil, and injustice;
carving a heart
into a heartless land.
That evening, cocooned in the comfort
of soft sheets, bathed
in the blaze of a white moon,
I thought how wondrous it would be,
if each morning
I could strap on my armor
and carry the luminous light
of childhood magic
into the darkness of the world.